I shove inside Brewer hard and fast. Lucky for him, he was well prepped ahead of time, because I’m not wasting a single precious second of my three minutes. We’re way off script, and Rebel is going to be pissed because I know for the next shoot I have to bottom for Brewer regardless if I win this bet. But, I couldn’t resist the chance to wipe the arrogant smile off Brewer’s smug face.

“Oh fuck,” Brewer cries as I tug his hair and peg his prostate with a hard thrust. I’m going to make him come so fast he won’t know what hit him.

I pull almost all the way out and fuck into him again, this time more slowly so he can feel every inch of my fat cock dragging along his prostate. Brewer’s muscles tense, and he lets out a low moan, and I know I have him right where I want him. He starts to squirm on my cock and thrust back to meet each stroke.

“That’s right, ride my dick.” I lean forward and snake my arm around Brewer’s waist so I can wrap my hand around his leaking cock. He grunts and starts fucking into my hand. I bite down on Brewer’s shoulder, and he groans, his cock swelling in my fist and his ass clamping tight around me.

I fuck him through his orgasm and then pull out, whip off the condom and jerk myself roughly until I’m painting his ass cheeks with thick strands of my cum.

“Cut,” Rebel calls.

“Damn that was good, you bastard,” Brewer laughs. “What was my time?”

I preen a little at the compliment and take the towel Rebel offers me to wipe off my hand and then Brewer’s ass.

“Two minutes. I won.”

“Are you pissed, Rebel?” Brewer asks.

“Nah, it’s fine. I actually decided to push the flip scene another few weeks anyway,” Rebel says, fixing Brewer with a look I can’t decipher.

I breathe a small sigh of relief. I know it’s going to happen eventually, but having a few extra weeks to adjust to the idea isn’t a bad thing.

“We done here?” I check. Rebel nods, and I toss the towel back to him and head for the locker room to grab another shower.

Stepping under the hot spray, I let out a little moan of pleasure. I don’t know what it is about a good shower after a hard fuck, but I swear it’s heaven on earth.

My mind flits over the last hour, lingering on the feel of Brewer’s muscles under my hands, his tight ass squeezing me, the loud moans I fucked out of him. My cock swings, half-hard between my legs as I pour a generous amount of body wash into my hand and start to lather myself up.

“Hey, grizzly,” Brewer says, pulling the shower curtain back and sticking his head in.

“Do you mind?” I growl, reaching for the curtain and yanking it out of his hand to pull it closed again.

“Sorry, grouchy. I wanted to check if you’re going to come out for drinks when you’re done in there?”

“It’s Friday night, of course I’m coming out.” We all go out for drinks on Friday nights, we always have. Why Brewer felt the need to interrupt my shower to ask is beyond me. And now my cock is fully hard again thanks to him. It’s not my dick’s fault it gets confused around people we’ve fucked. Granted, it doesn’t happen with Rebel, Heart, or Campy, but still... It’s not like I like Brewer, he’s an asshole. He’s a hot fuck, and an easy paycheck, that’s it.

“Well, if you’re going to take care of that giant hard on, then make it fast so we can get going.”

“Would you fucking stop looking through the curtain.”

“Sorry,” Brewer snickers.

Once Brewer is gone, I pour some more soap into my hand and wrap it around my cock. I’m still sensitive from coming a few minutes ago so it only takes a few hard jerks before I’m spraying the shower wall with my cum. And if I pictured Brewer while I got off, that’s only because I was just fucking him.

* * *

As usual, we have no problem skipping the long line at Bottoms Up to get inside.

“Those scenes with you and Brewer are hot,” Pixie says conversationally as we both stand at the bar waiting for our drinks.

“Thanks, kid.”

“It looks like you two have a lot of chemistry,” he goes on.

“What are you getting at?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Oh nothing.” He gives me a sweet smile and then takes the drink the bartender sets in front of him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to dance.”

With my drink in hand, I make my way over to the rest of the guys. Rebel and Troy already seem to have disappeared, I’m assuming onto the dance floor. And it appears Brewer has found some fun for the night.

I feel a growl starting low in my chest, and I’m glad the thumping club music is more than enough to cover the sound. I saddle up beside Brewer and the dude who’s hanging all over him— not because I want anything to do with Brewer, but because Heart is beside him, and I want to talk to Heart.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” I ask Heart.

He starts to answer but my attention wanders to the conversation going on beside me.

“You’re even sexier in person.”

“Aw, thanks, sugar. You’re awfully hot yourself.”

I roll my eyes. You’d think just one of his hookups would object to being called some cutesy pet name. It’s obvious he forgets their names as soon as he hears them. Personally, I wouldn’t want to fuck around with someone who didn’t know my name. Well, with the exception of work, obviously.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” Sugar asks and my jaw ticks as I wait to hear Brewer’s inevitable agreement.

“Thanks for the offer, but it’s not a great day for that. I’m sure you’ve seen the pounding the big guy over there has been giving me lately, and we filmed another scene today, so I’m a bit tender.”

“Oh, well I’m okay with bottoming if that’s better. Or, I could just suck you off.” Over-eager much?

“Thanks, sugar, maybe next time.”

I turn my attention back to Heart with a strange smile tugging at my lips.

A hand rests on my shoulder, and I turn to find Brewer there.

“This might sound weird, but you wouldn’t be up for going back to your place and watching a movie, would you?”

My mouth drops open in surprise before I manage to set my expression back to neutral.

“Yeah, sure,” I agree with a shrug. Downing the rest of my drink, I set the empty glass on a nearby table and then nod Brewer toward the door.

Since we came separately, we ride that way to my place as well. The warm night air zips past as I fly down the street on my bike, and my mind turns over all the possible reasons Brewer would turn down a hook up and ask to come back to my place to watch a movie instead. It doesn’t make any sense. Brewer and I aren’t friends, and even if we were, this is out of character for him.

In my apartment, Brewer flops down on my couch and for several seconds I stand there staring at him. Shaggy jumps into his lap immediately and starts licking his face. Brewer rubs his ears and makes cooing noises at my dog, making my heart beat a little faster.

When Shaggy settles down and curls up beside Brewer, an awkward silence falls between the two of us.

“Is it me, or is this weird?” I ask.

Brewer shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.”  

“What’s the deal, here?” I prompt when Brewer doesn’t volunteer any explanation on his own.

“I don’t know. I guess I was feeling sort of claustrophobic at the club. I didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s fun, and you’re a stick in the mud anyway, so I didn’t think you’d be bothered leaving early.”

“You didn’t want to be at the club? I thought that was your natural habitat. Between that and turning down a hookup, I’m wondering if I need to get you back to the hospital.”

“I just wasn’t feeling it. I know you think I’m nothing but a slut. Believe it or not, I’m not always in the mood for sex. You pounded the hell out of me earlier; I’m more than set for the rest of the night.”

“Okay,” I say, unsure how I’m supposed to respond to that. “What do you want to watch?” I ask, sinking down on the couch next to him.

“Can we watch another by that Hitchcock guy like last time?”

“Sure.”